Chapter 130: I Gift My Senior Sister a Century of Youthful Beauty

Ye Yuan looked over and saw that it was the third of the Four Heroes of Southern Ridge.

His arm had been severed by Chen Jieqiu, and the wound was laced with a potent poison that had now taken effect.

Chen Jieqiu kept the antidote, so he had left the third brother to his fate.

The third brother had no time to marvel at Ye Yuan's skill; instead, he recalled how Ye Yuan had taken a detoxification pill himself, only for it to be utterly useless after a hundred breaths.

Now, the only one who could save him was Ye Yuan!

Ye Yuan cast a pitying glance at the third brother and said, "Heaven's wrath can be survived, but self-inflicted calamity cannot. If you scheme to rob others, you must be prepared to die. Besides, dying at the hands of your own brother, you can rest in peace."

Ye Yuan had been watching coldly and had long seen that none of these four were good men.

Ye Yuan was no greenhorn fresh out of the gate; he wouldn't make such a rookie mistake.

Seeing Ye Yuan about to leave, the third brother panicked and shouted, "Young hero, I... I have important information, I... I only beg you to save my life."

Ye Yuan couldn't be bothered with him and gathered the storage rings the men had left behind.

Though he didn't expect to find anything great on these fellows, they were still his spoils of war.

"Young hero, I... I really do have important information! A few days ago, we passed by Lianyue Gorge and saw that the beasts around it were all in a frenzy, surging into the depths of the gorge. There must be some heavenly treasure appearing!"

Afraid that Ye Yuan would truly leave, the third brother blurted it out first.

Ye Yuan sneered, "With such a treasure, why didn't you go yourselves? A treasure that can drive beasts into a frenzy is no ordinary thing. Are you urging me to go to Lianyue Gorge just to save your life, or is there more to it?"

"I... how could I? Young... young hero." Under Ye Yuan's piercing gaze, the third brother stammered.

He hadn't expected that someone so young could have such a mature mind.

Ye Yuan smiled, "Fine, to let you die with peace, I promise I will go to Lianyue Gorge. Since you still try to play tricks on me at death's door, don't blame me."

With that, Ye Yuan struck the third brother's crown with his palm.

"Young... young hero, spare me! Ah!"

With a scream, the third brother was dead.

Though the third brother had revealed this information in a desperate struggle, he had inadvertently hit upon Ye Yuan's weakness.

As an alchemist, Ye Yuan had no immunity to the allure of heavenly treasures; he wouldn't rest until he had seen for himself.

After handling matters here, a blue-clad figure drifted over from afar—who else could it be but Feng Zhirou?

Feng Zhirou approached and, without a word, thrust her sword at Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan quickly retreated, shouting, "Senior Sister, let me explain!"

"Explain nothing! Take my sword first!" Feng Zhirou refused to listen and struck again.

However, her sword, though fierce in appearance, did not employ lethal moves.

Since the last time she nearly killed Ye Yuan, she had learned a lesson.

And now, Ye Yuan was no longer someone she could easily dispatch with a casual strike. Of course, Ye Yuan wouldn't fight back; he was in the wrong.

"Senior Sister, I did it all for you! Ah!" Another sword came, and Ye Yuan yelped, leaping aside.

"For me? Easy to say! Do you know how hard I had to work to shake off that big dumb bear? Enough talk, take this!"

Feng Zhirou had been set up by Ye Yuan and forced to lure away the Iron Palm Flying Bear; she was furious.

"Senior Sister, can you stop first? Hey, listen to my explanation!" Ye Yuan fled as he spoke.

"What's there to explain? Stand still and take my sword!" Feng Zhirou wouldn't relent.

One chased, the other fled, and after a dozen exchanges, Feng Zhirou still wouldn't stop.

Ye Yuan, growing annoyed, suddenly stopped and closed his eyes, letting her sword come at him.

Feng Zhirou hadn't expected this and was startled; if the sword struck true, Ye Yuan would be dead.

Ye Yuan had helped her and her niece many times; though she didn't say it, she was grateful.

Chasing him was just to vent her anger, not to truly harm him.

Ye Yuan's move was too sudden; Feng Zhirou couldn't react in time, and it was too late to withdraw her sword.

But as a cultivator at the fourth layer of Spirit Liquid, she had superb control over her sword and managed to alter its trajectory mid-strike.

The sword grazed past Ye Yuan's ear, a hair's breadth away.

At that moment, their faces were almost touching.

Ye Yuan's eyes were closed, and Feng Zhirou's fragrant breath stirred his heart.

Feng Zhirou's face flushed, then she stepped back and shouted angrily, "Ye Yuan, are you crazy? Do you know how dangerous that was?"

Ye Yuan opened his eyes and smiled, "It was the only way to make you stop. I knew Senior Sister cared for me and wouldn't kill me."

"Don't flatter yourself! Don't think I wouldn't dare!" Feng Zhirou raised her sword again, but the threat was hollow.

Ye Yuan laughed and pushed the sword aside, "Senior Sister, if you want to kill me, at least let me finish speaking."

Feng Zhirou sheathed her sword and snorted, "Fine, let's hear it! If you don't have a good reason, you're on your own from here!"

With that, she turned her back in anger.

Ye Yuan smiled, "I gift my senior sister a century of youthful beauty. Is this explanation... satisfactory?"

At the words 'youthful beauty,' the anger on Feng Zhirou's face vanished, replaced by curiosity.

She turned around and asked eagerly, "What do you mean by a century of youthful beauty? Explain clearly!"

Ye Yuan chuckled and explained the effects of the Silver Bee Honey.

Feng Zhirou's interest was piqued, and she grabbed Ye Yuan, asking, "Is it true? That Appearance Preservation Pill can really keep my looks for a hundred years?"

Ye Yuan smiled, "A hundred years is just the baseline. If I perform exceptionally and refine a top-grade pill, a hundred and fifty years is possible. Moreover, the pill not only preserves your current appearance but also nourishes your skin, making it fair as snow!"

"Really? Does that mean I'll be even more beautiful than now?" At this moment, Feng Zhirou had none of the demeanor of a proud daughter of heaven; she was like an innocent young girl.

But that was understandable. Any woman, no matter how powerful or peerless, values her appearance greatly.

Feng Zhirou was just a princess from a mortal kingdom; she would inevitably age.

Aging is what every woman fears most, even more than death, so they desperately try to delay that day.